Creativity goes away when the most important thing in life is surviving.
As most know, my primary profession is medicine, and the past 6-8 weeks have been quite hectic, to say the least. Thankfully I have not had to fight for the survival of my life nor for others in my personal and professional circles.
During this time surviving has meant making sense out of this epidemic for my family, friends, and patients. It meant spending an extraordinary amount of time sorting tons of scientific and popular press publications to distill what was most pertinent. It meant fielding innumerable questions and making significant clinical decisions and recommendations in these very uncertain times, when the most I could do was recommend to stay at home and wash your hands regularly.
During this time, my creativity and even my ability to finish up several year-long projects have been greatly hampered. I have even had trouble looking at my own work. I have had great trouble writing about the creative life, as frankly there has been none.
Now that's just me in this journey of art. The actual artistic journey has come to a halt for a bit. I am sure there are others who can maintain the survival life and the creative life in times of great uncertainty. I am not hard-wired that way. But I know that creative times will return.
These are indeed extraordinary times. The future of how we live after all this settles down is still to be determined. I have thought that this current epidemic may be to this youngest generation what 911 was to older young ones...and the rest of us as well.
So in the meantime, here's a couple from the archives.